The bonfire roared up brightly as three men brought in more scrub brush and threw it onto the flaming logs. A shower of sparks rained into the black evening sky as the two women moaned for pity.
"Get the old lady ready for this one," someone yelled from the blue and white trailer.
Linda turned around and saw the truckers who had disappeared returning with a large, black stallion snorting and whinnying nervously as they brought him closer toward the fire.
"Hey, don't get him too close. He's gonna spook out," Bill warned, breaking his silence.
Linda stared in horror at the big animal's wide, terrified brown eyes and his panting, glistening sleek sides. She had no reason to think that they weren't going to make her fuck that horse. She saw them leering at her, then shift their eyes back to the animal.
"Come on," someone said in a husky shout.
"No, NO!" Linda cried, pulling her arms and kicking her legs as they dragged her toward the stomping animal. "Oh GOD! GOD!" she wailed, tossing her head from side to side. The muscles in her neck, arms and legs bulged and strained as she got closer and closer to the panting animal.
"Mama!" Judy screamed suddenly.
Linda wrenched free temporarily and spun around just in time to see that fat, greasy-haired trucker lifting the branding iron out of the bonfire and hold the red glowing tip high in the air. Now Judy realized what they were going to do to her and she screamed helplessly with fear. The trucker looked at the glowing end that seemed to be a letter M, then smiled and started walking slowly toward the young girl.
"No! No!" she cried in a tight, strained voice. Judy pulled wildly at her arms and legs, writhing on the cold ground in a vain attempt to shake free of that branding iron. "P-p-please, don't!" she wailed, her eyes opened incredibly wide as the trucker stopped in front of her. The other men watched intensely as he held the still-glowing branding iron high above the girl's heaving belly. Judy's breath came in short, panic-driven pants as her entire body visibly quivered with terror.
"You'll belong to us now," the man said evenly, lowering the iron until it was just above the girl's legs.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, bending her legs and trying to pull away from the hot object. "Ahhhhh!" she screamed, every nerve ending sputtering with horrified expectation of searing pain.
"Let her go!" Linda cried, trying to run to save her daughter.
But the truckers caught her again and pinned her arms tightly behind her back. They forced her to watch the brutal scene in front of her.
"No! Noooooo!" Judy screamed again. The hot iron was passed just above her snatch, not touching the tender pussy flesh yet. Even so, the scalding heat singed that tender skin. The young girl's black pussy hair crinkled, smoldering down to her mound. The bitter stench of the burned hair filled the air like th stink of a dead animal. The heat was baking Judy's crotch dry, burning into her convulsing hole without ever touching her sensitive flesh.
"Aiyeeee! No! Take it away! Oh my God, Take it away!" she cried helplessly.
But the trucker just laughed and held the glowing iron still over her twitching snatch. The inferno curled into her box, reaching her clit. That searing heat was doing incredible things to the girl's tiny mound of sex flesh. She couldn't believe it herself, but she was actually feeling some kind of arousal.
"She loves it! The little bitch really loves it!" the fat trucker said almost in disbelief. "Let's see if she loves this!" he cried, moving the branding iron over her leg. The now charcoal gray, but still hot tip burned into Judy's left thigh. There was the sound of iron hissing against wet flesh. Then the air was filled with the young girl's long, high-pitched shriek that seemed to bounce off the slopes of the distant surrounding mountains.
"Aiyeeeee! Arrghhhhh! Ghhhhhh! Nooooo!" Judy screamed, arching her back and digging her head into the cold desert floor. The cords in her neck stood out as her body shook with agony. She dug her fingers into the dirt and sobbed wildly as the big man took the pain-giving branding iron away and threw it onto the ground.
"Oh God, God," Linda wailed, hanging her head down and breaking into tears as Judy's cries still echoed in the night.
"Now for a good fuck," the long-haired trucker said as he unbuckled his Levi's and pulled down the zipper. Linda watched in disbelieving horror as he shoved his pants down to his knees, fingering his stubby cock until it was stiff.
"You've seen this before, babe," a man said, pulling Linda away back toward the horse. In the distance, she could hear her daughter yelling and sobbing, crying out in pain and horror as that big fat trucker stuffed his cock into her violated pussy.
But Linda had her own problems to worry about. The big black stallion was pawing the ground nervously. Linda shuddered as she looked at the horse. His muscular hindquarters, sleek and powerful, glistening in the glow of the crackling bonfire, seemed to excite her as much as to horrify her. His shiny, heaving sides suggested unbridled power and lust, while his big nostrils flared with excitement. She stared dumbly at the big horse while the truckers argued what to do first.
"Come on, baby," one big, unshaven fat blond trucker said, pulling Linda in front of the horse. He held her arms tightly pinned behind her, shoving the groaning woman up to the animal until she could feel his hot, wet breath blasting against her face. It smelled stale, almost making her retch in front of the men. "Give him a big, sloppy kiss."
"Go to hell," Linda said defiantly, tired of giving in to these men. They'd violated her and her daughter in the most perverted and vile ways. What more did they want? Whatever it was, she'd be damned if she'd give into their demands anymore.
"That's a good probability," Chris said, stepping into the circle and grinning at Linda. "But we'll worry about that when the time comes. You know, I haven't seen a good donkey show in ages. You'll be a good refresher," Chris said, turning to two of the truckers and pointing at a high, flat-topped rock some twenty feet away from them. "Hold her down on her ass there," he ordered.
"Bastards! Sonofabitches!" Linda shrieked at them while they dragged her quickly across the ground to the rock. Before she knew it, Linda was lying ass-down on the cold granite, feeling like the victim of some kind of ancient sacrifice. The red glow of the bonfire illuminated the surrounding area with an eerie light as she heard the steady clap-clap of the stallion's powerful hoofs. She craned her neck, lifting her head and watching fearfully as the big animal was led up to her.
"Get those legs spread," Chris said to the men. The truckers followed out his orders silently, exposing the woman's blonde snatch to the snorting stallion. Linda inhaled sharply, biting her lip in terror as she thought of what was about to happen. Even in the flickering low reddish light the blonde could make out the stallion's long, thick cock. She heard that horses were probably about the most stupid four-legged animals around. But even this one was able to figure out what was expected of him. A snatch is a snatch, whether it's on a mare or a woman. One look at Linda's spread cunt and the animal instantly became sexually excited. The blonde shuddered with revulsion as she watched something long, black and sausage-like slowly lengthen and throb from between the stallion's hindquarters. His eyes opened wider and his breathing turned into short, sharp pants. Terror gripped the woman's heart. But at the same lime, there was that unexplainable joyous tight feeling in her cunt.